This wasn't how Sakura envisioned spending her Friday night.
She held her friend's blond locks from her face as Ino hurled for what seemed like an eternity into a public toilet. The blond was on her hands and knees on the littered floor, hurling and hurling. Ino, being the germaphobe that she is, would highly protest against the idea. But, this wasn't just any occasion. Ino was highly intoxicated. Which was something to expect, having known her for nearly six years.
"Sakura, you're such a good friend - " Ino breathlessly said, before abruptly hurling chunks once more.
Sakura wondered why people choose to drink themselves blind, knowing what the outcome will be. Vomiting and a horrible hangover. Not everyone needs to have alcohol to have a good time. But, this was a different lifestyle that had no morals. After all these years, Sakura still hadn't become accustomed to the wild, partying nightlife. Still, she put on a brave face and tried to adapt.
She then heard the faint clicking of heels approaching, becoming louder and louder. Then, perhaps unexpectedly, the doorknob began to noisily jiggle. Sakura gasped as the door opened to reveal someone she was not hoping to see this evening. Or ever.
"Karin," Sakura spat. "Can't you see that it's occupied?"
She proceeded to roll her eyes, flipping her long red curls over her shoulder.
"It's not my fault that you don't know how to lock the door," she said, eyeing the condition in which Ino was in.
"Don't say it," Sakura warned.
Karin raised a thick red brow, but a teasing smirk was on her thin lips, "What?"
"As if I have to say it," Sakura huffed. "Every chance that you get, you must to bring Ino down."
"Trust me, Ino is the least of my worries right now," Karin said sharply. "I overheard Ten Ten and you talking."
Sakura froze, letting Ino's long blond locks fall from her grasp. Slowly turning to meet Karin's gaze, she resisted the urge to insult her. How dare she intrude on their conversation. But, then again, Sakura could kind of sympathize for her. She knew how much Sasuke meant to Karin. It was expected, considering they dated for 6 months. Which, by Sasuke's standards, is a long time. To make matters worse, he dumped her a week ago. So, the wounds were still fresh.
Sakura uttered quietly, "How much did you hear?"
"Enough," Karin said sharply. "If you even think about getting close to him, your career is over. I have my hook-ups that could leak personal stories about you to the tabloids. Your whole 'goody-two shoes' image will be over."
"As if I had a "goody-two shoes" image to begin with," Sakura spat. "Besides, it's not as if I want him. No telling how many STD's he's caught from you."
Ignoring the insult, Karin pressed forward, "Oh, please. Everyone knows about you still being a virgin."
Opening her mouth to say something witty yet insulting to the red haired woman, she was abruptly interrupted. The bathroom door opened, revealing Ten Ten. With a mixed expression of worry and confusion on her face, she proceeded to close the door behind her.
"What's going on in here?" asked Ten Ten, suddenly sensing some tension in the room.
"Nothing," Karin said sharply, walking past the brunette. "Nothing at all."
She stormed out of the stall, leaving the three girls looking expectantly at the door. As if she would return. After several moments of realizing she left for good, Sakura and Ten Ten's eyes met. As if they silently spoke through their eyes, Ten Ten seemed to understand the situation. Pressing a freshly manicured hand against her chest, she leaned back onto the wall. Disbelief.
"Karin has had it out for you since 2007," Ten Ten said slowly. "I'm beginning to think it is her who is spreading false rumors about you amongst the tabloids."
"Yeah," Sakura sighed. "She pretty much admitted it to me."
"Bitch," Ino slurred, wiping her mouth with a paper towel. "If I wasn't drunk, I would've beaten her ass."
"Thanks for the kind gesture," Sakura laughed, clasping her hand over Ino's. "But, I'm sure the paparazzi would have a field day with that one."
"Well, duh," Ten Ten giggled. "Everybody loves to see two hot girls fight."
"Hot? Karin is certainly not hot!"
"Yeah," Ten Ten paused. "She's more of a 'butterface' type."
"Everything is hot, but her face," Ino said, bursting into a fit of laughter.
Ino's laughter was highly contagious. It wasn't long before all three of the girls were laughing hysterically in that small restroom.
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"Mmm, fuck!"
Panting, moaning, and the sound of slapping skin echoed throughout the spacious hotel suite. At that moment, it was every groupie's dream. Being fucked by Sasuke Uchiha, in a California king bed, made with real Egyptian cotton, about to reach the ultimate climax.
Sasuke refused to meet the woman's lustful gaze. No matter how many times the broad tried to caress his face and actually kiss him. He didn't even know her name. If she had told him, he had forgotten in that short span of time. It was just, after seeing Sakura, he felt lust consume him. He needed something - somebody - to fuck ruthlessly. Being Sasuke Uchiha, that wouldn't be difficult to do.
As expected, all the women at the strip club practically threw themselves at him. He picked the prettiest one. A small, petite girl. Blond haired, blue eyed, pale skinned, big breasts, a friendly smile. Normal men would kill for a girl like her. Still, as he always felt during sex, it didn't fill the void he felt inside. No woman would.
Pushing the negative thoughts out of his mind, he continued to thrust into her furiously. In his pleasure filled haze, a image of Sakura entered his mind.
His eyes snapped open. Thrusting had come to a halt.
The girl, moaning a few seconds ago, was now pouting.
"Baby," she spoke softly, reaching up to caress his cheek. "Why'd you stop?"
Sasuke said nothing. He pushed himself off of her, sitting on the edge of the bed, both of his hands tangled through his onyx locks. He felt the bed shift behind him, then a pair of arms wrapped around his torso. Her warm breath tickled his ear, then her soft voice broke the silence, "Having sex with me will surely get all of the negative things off your mind."
She attempted to pull him back down onto the mattress. But, he resisted.
"Leave," Sasuke ordered. "Just leave."
The blond haired woman abruptly let go of him. Both confusion and rejection suddenly filled her. By the serious tone of his voice, she knew he wasn't playing hard to get. Wrapping the sheets over her body, she gazed longingly at the man who seemed indifferent to her.
"What - "
"I said go," Sasuke interrupted.
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Naruto looked down at the blank piece of paper, tapping his pencil quite nervously against the table. His blue eyes quickly glanced at the clock, revealing it to be 4:35 AM. He had been sitting in the same place, staring at the same piece of paper for nearly thirty minutes. And still, no inspiration had come to him. He felt frustrated - no, it was beyond frustration.
Naruto, letting out a cry of rage, crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it against the wall. He picked up his iPhone, shakily about to dial the number he always dreaded calling. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
The door to the recording studio suddenly burst open, revealing the tall, dark figure of Sasuke Uchiha.
"Hey," Naruto greeted, letting out a sigh of relief. "I was just about to call you - "
"No ideas on what to write the next song about, huh?"
"Um," Naruto glanced over at the crumpled up piece of paper on the floor. He then sighed, confessing, "Yup. I swear, people think being a hip hop artist is so easy and cool. But, they don't even fathom how difficult it can be!"
"Quit whining," he huffed. "Inspiration came to me as I was having - "
"Let me guess," the blonde said, raising an eyebrow. "Sex?"
The silence he received confirmed his suspicions.
"Well," Naruto paused, getting another piece of paper ready. "What do you have in mind?"
"I want to do a feature with you."
"What? Another one? Dude," Naruto groaned, instantly putting the pencil down. "Why must you steal the spot-light from me? Everyone always looks at you as 'hot' and 'talented,' and I just fade into the background. You don't see any problem with that?"
"You don't fade into the background," Sasuke reassured. "Besides, it's different this time. My inspiration came from a girl."
Naruto's eyes widened, snapping his head to look at his friend. Surely he had to be joking. He had to be! Sasuke Uchiha never showed interest in women. Other than the obvious sex and lap dances. But, a specific girl? That was unheard of - even for Naruto, who has known him for years.
"I can't believe it. A girl has capitvated the infamous Sasuke Uchiha," Naruto chuckled. "Who is this girl that you're willing to write an actual song about?"
Sasuke's eyes narrowed, his lips forming a thin line as he growled, "Just hurry up before I change my mind. Do you want me to help you or not?"
"Fine, fine," Naruto huffed, picking up his pencil for the umpteenth time. "Let's get started."
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Blinding bright light was the first thing that greeted Sakura as she awoken. She blinked rapidly, eyes darting every direction. Ino, she noticed, was passed out on the floor. She was still in her fancy party dress, her hair disheveled, her makeup smeared, one of her heels across the room and one still on her foot. But, Sakura inwardly mused, she still looked stunning. Feeling a sudden twinge of envy and jealousy over the blonde's beauty, she pushed the covers off of herself.
Sitting upright on the bed, she immediately recognized the familiar surroundings.
"Ino's loft," Sakura observed aloud.
Quickly glancing at the clock, she cursed. It was 2:20 PM. It didn't help that she had a photo shoot in one hour. Not to mention, she was expected to be at a promotional event afterwards. Pulling out her Blackberry, she dialed her manager, prepping herself for the ultimate bitch fit. As she put the phone up to her ear, she inwardly prayed that she wouldn't answer.
After only one ring, the shrill voice of her manager instantly greeted her ears, "Where the hell are you? I've called you six times! The makeup artist and hair stylist are patiently waiting. The photographer is threatening to leave. I suggest you get over here, or else your career is completely over!"
"I'm on my way," Sakura said quickly. "Please cut me a bit of slack. I had a rough night last night - "
"Blah, blah, blah," the manager cut her off. "Tell it to someone who cares. Just be here in thirty minutes."
The line instantly disconnected.
Sakura, not so surprised by her manager's latest antics, stood up and scanned the floor for her heels. Only to be surprised that Ino was conscious now - sitting up, observing her intently.
"Ino," Sakura breathed. "I have to find my shoes. I don't have much time."
"Chill, Sakura," Ino said softly, pointing over to where her two black pumps were. "Besides, missing only one photo shoot won't be the end of your career."
"You'd be surprised," Sakura muttered under her breath, slipping her feet into the shoes.
"You're going to that event tonight, right?"
Sakura eyed Ino suspiciously before asking cautiously, "Why do you ask?"
Ino closed her eyes briefly, her lips curving upwards to form a devious grin, folding her arms over her chest as she said to the pinkette, "Sasuke is going to be there."
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AN: - Thanks to everyone that reviewed. I hope you like this chapter just as much as the first one. Take care. xo.